Small, Paperback/Natalie Ann Holborow

We all have our favourite demons. A desperate Romeo circles thebushes below Juliet's balcony, hoping for a glimpse of her barebody. Adamant of his own sanity, Hamlet chatters away to his oldest friend, the skullgrinning in his palm. Andromache screams for her only child,'spiralling like sycamore' from the walls of Troy.